I’ve sat through enough coaching seminars in drafty community halls to know when I’m being sold a load of rubbish. You’ll see these young lads in crisp tracksuits, waving iPads around and using fifty-cent words to explain how constraints led coaching works as if they’ve discovered fire. They’ll talk about “emergent representative design” and “ecological
I’ve spent more Sunday mornings than I care to admit standing on waterlogged pitches, watching coaches walk around with laminated tactical sheets and expensive GPS vests, thinking they’ve solved the game. They treat small-sided games like some sacred, complex science that requires a PhD to execute, but most of the time, they’re just making it
I spent twenty minutes last Sunday watching a coach in the park try to explain “transitional phases” using a whiteboard and a handful of expensive, colour-coded cones, while his players stood around looking like they were waiting for a bus. It was painful. Most of the modern literature on how to coach transitions reads like
I’ve spent more Sunday mornings than I care to admit standing on waterlogged pitches, watching coaches try to implement “modern” tactical revolutions with nothing but a handful of brightly coloured cones and a prayer. You’ve seen it a thousand times: a coach spends forty minutes explaining some high-concept positional theory, only for the players to
I’ve spent more hours on damp, windswept training pitches than I care to count, and if there is one thing that makes my blood boil, it’s the way modern coaching manuals treat pressing like some sort of mystical, high-tech science. You’ll see lads in expensive tracksuits on YouTube talking about “high-intensity tactical blocks” and “spatial
I’ve sat through countless coaching seminars where some lad in a designer tracksuit spends forty minutes waving his hands around a whiteboard, talking about “spatial occupation” and “defensive transitions” as if he’s explaining rocket science. It’s all well and good in a temperature-controlled classroom, but when you’re actually standing on a muddy touchline at 9:00
I remember standing on a waterlogged pitch in mid-November, watching a young lad take a heavy, uncontrolled ball straight to the forehead because he was too busy trying to keep his footing in the mud to actually brace himself. It wasn’t a lack of talent; it was a lack of proper technique. Most of the
I’ve spent thirty-five years watching coaches line up twenty kids in a row, each one waiting ten minutes to tap a ball into an empty net while the rest of the squad wanders off to pick daisies. It’s a waste of everyone’s time, and frankly, it’s a lie. If you think that’s how you teach
I’ve spent more Sunday mornings than I care to count standing on waterlogged pitches, watching coaches run these absurd, high-speed obstacle courses that look more like a circus act than a football session. They’ve got kids weaving through twenty tiny cones in a perfect line, looking clinical for exactly thirty seconds before the match starts
I’ve spent more Sunday mornings than I care to count standing on waterlogged pitches, watching coaches set up these incredibly intricate, high-speed passing diamonds that look brilliant on a whiteboard but fall apart the second a real opponent steps into the frame. They spend hundreds on equipment and hours watching clips of professional midfielders, yet